I think what I hated even more than being buck naked with a tremendous bone on, was that I couldn't move and they could do whatever they wanted to do with me. Norton came in close with the camera, and when Butch started working my dick again, Norton shoved the camera into my face.
"This is great, Butch! Keep doing that. He gets this real scrunched up look on his face like he's trying to hold back, and then when you give that thing of his a twist he starts to go wild."
Butch gave it another twist right then, and I almost came up off the bench - except of course I was tied so tight I couldn't do more than just struggle.
Norton kept laughing. "That's it. Look how he does. You really know how to drive him wild, man. Keep it up. He's gonna get blisters on his butt from trying to squirm. And when he does, we can videotape that too. It'll make a great film."
Butch picked up speed with my dick. "We'll do more than that to his butt, and it'll make an even greater movie." He suddenly stopped working my dick, waited a moment, and then gave the underside of the head a tremendous thump. My dick bobbed back and forth, up and down, and I was going wild. Wild not just from shock and pain, but wild because I was itching again and also I wanted to shoot. My balls were really loaded. I don't think they had ever produced that much stuff in my whole life. I had been plenty horny before, but not like this where my balls felt like they were twice their size.
Norton had moved the camera down close to my dick, and I think he noticed my problem too. "Look at those balls, Butch. It's like he's got a tennis ball for nuts."
"That gives me a good idea. Where's that cord we've been using?"
He grabbed the cord and started in while Norton asked, "What're you doing?"
"I'm tying off his balls to keep him from shooting off before we're ready. We're gonna have a cum shot to end all cum shots when he fires off."
I realized from the feel of it what Butch was doing, although it had never happened to me before. He was tying the famous 8-loop, the one that winds around your balls and dick in a figure 8, going back and forth until you don't notice your balls any more, all you have is the urge in your dick to shoot until you think you'll go crazy and yet nothing happens.
"Damn, Butch, do you know what the fuck you're doing?"
"Shut up, Norton. You just keep filming."
Butch stood back to admire his handiwork. He touched my balls but I didn't really feel it. I was aware of how full they were, but it all seemed far away. I was conscious of how unbelievably horny I was, so horny that my mouth was dry and I almost had trouble breathing, and my voice came out husky and sexed.
"Butch, I'll get you for this."
"Hey, Norton, hear that? His voice is so horned he can hardly talk. Man when he shoots, it'll be awesome."
Butch was at work on my dick again. First with his hand wrapped around the pole, and this with his fingers probing and massaging. My dick felt like it had turned to glass.
Then all of a sudden the strangest thing in my life happened to me. It was like I was shooting off, but nothing came out. I thrust and pushed and writhed with the sensation, and yet nothing happened. My dick bobbed around, even tried to spasm, but it was all dry.
"Look at that, Norton. He can't cum. And yet he's got it all loaded down there. I think he's just about primed for a real cum-shot. Let me stick something up his butt, and we'll loosen the cords, and get ready for the real thing."
All I knew was that I wanted relief and I wanted it bad. I couldn't see what he was up to, but he loosened the ropes so he could get one hand under me. As he lifted my legs, I realized what was going to happen.
"Just like the old days at the fence" he said, and he started poking his fingers up my butt. "Here's a couple of fingers up your ass," he laughed. He gave a thrust and I winced, but then suddenly it was inside me. Much as I hated it, I had to admit it felt good. And I wanted to shoot as soon as I could. I didn't think I could stand it much longer.
Norton had leaned in close again, getting all this on film, and Butch was loosening the cords around my nuts. The relief was wonderful. Two of the fingers of his left hand were still up my butt working their magic, and as my balls could function again I started the ascent to shooting off. Using his right hand he started rubbing my dick again. It was the greatest feeling in the world.
I was ready for the climax now, and they both could tell it. Norton might be seeing it through the camera lens, but he was enjoying it as much as Butch. "Look at him squirm. He's so tense his dick would shatter like glass if you thumped it. He's holding his breath so tight if he doesn't shoot soon he's gonna pass out."
Butch's strokes picked up speed, I went into one final tense strain, and then - the bastard took his hand off my dick! I started shooting, and he wasn't even giving me the thrill of cuming. Norton whooped and moved the camera around to get it from all angles. Spurt after ropey spurt roared out, my dick gyrated wildly, cum went everywhere, and Butch grinned with satisfaction.
When it was over I just lay there, completely exhausted. Butch seemed satisfied with his work. "Damn but that was good, Jason. I wish I had you at my apartment where I could do that to you all the time. That was fun, man."
"Fun for you, maybe, but not for me."
"What do you mean? Your eyes went out of focus, you were so horned you could hardly talk, and I ain't never seen a guy shoot off that much cum at once. If ever there was a guy meant to be worked off, it's you.
I knew that even way back when I would take you out to the fence. All I had to do was strip you and start carrying you out to the fence, and that little pecker of yours would be hard as hell. I used to think your dick got hard a long time before you were old enough to be able to shoot off."
"Go to hell, Butch."
He shook his head. "Now you see, Jason, you never appreciate your friends. I was about to let you go, and now here you start cussing me and giving me a bad time. If you lived with me, I'd take a paddle and work on your butt when you talk that way."
"If I lived with you, Butch, I'd kill myself."
"Naw you wouldn't. Not with old Butch around to give you what you want. I've got a coffee table I could tie you over, and I'd paddle that butt and then get up in that butt, and then paddle you again and you'd have so much action down that way you wouldn't know if you were coming or going."
Before I could cuss him again, Norton interrupted. "I'm almost out of tape. Want me to get another cassette from the car?"
Butch grinned at the idea. "Sure. Let's see what else we can get on film tonight."
After Norton left, Butch started rubbing the soft skin in my crotch area, enjoying the results of the shaving he had given me.
"Soft as a baby's bottom. I think I want you to keep that shaved. I like the feel of it. Don't you?"
"Hell no!"
"That's a shame, because you're going to have to keep it that way for a long time. I'll check you out to make sure you're keeping it shaved, and if you aren't, then I'll have to do some fancy shaving in public."
"You couldn't get away with it, Butch. I've got friends too, you know. We could grab you and do a lot of stuff."
He shook his head as if he wasn't listening to me, and he kept running his fingers over my hairless skin. On his face was a thoughtful smile.
"Yep, I reckon Jason I could do whatever I wanted to with you. And that would be fun." He drew this last word out as if he could taste it. Then after a pause, he said, "I wonder what's keeping Norton."
He called Norton's name, but there was no answer.
"That's odd," he said, and got up to go out. The ropes were loose enough that I could get out of them once he was gone. I waited to make sure I was really alone, and then started getting loose. I knew I'd have to hurry.
That was when I heard noise and shouts from outside, and then the hallway door slammed closed with a loud clang, and Kevin and Woody ran into the room.
"Hurry Jason! We've got Butch locked out and Norton's tied up in Butch's car, but we've got to get away before they get back in!"
I was never so glad to see anybody in my life as I was to see Kevin. Woody seemed surprised to see me with nothing on, but he watched eagerly as I grabbed my clothes, and the three of us ran for the back exit. I hoped Butch wouldn't think of it and get there first, but there were three of us now so we ought to be able to stop him.
Since the exit door was one of those that you can't open from the outside, it wasn't locked and we only had to push on the bar to get out. No one was waiting for us, so we were free. Woody's TV van was parked not far away, and I couldn't go around front for my car since that's where Butch's car would be. We all piled into the van and I started getting dressed as we pulled away.
Kevin explained what had been happening. "When I ran out, I wanted to go for help, but I couldn't think of anybody we could trust. And then I saw Woody coming along in the van and I flagged him down."
"Yeah," Woody agreed, "the crew got me to drop them off at their houses and I was supposed to take the van back to the station. But they said since it was getting late, I could keep it for the night."
"That was lucky for me. I appreciate it." I was dressed now and hoped to keep my clothes on until I went to bed.
Woody glanced over at me. "That was some bone you had. You always commented on mine, but that thing of yours looked like a piece of iron pipe."
"Thanks, Woody, but I'd just as soon forget about it."
"Well judging by the look of your pants, it still hasn't gone down yet."
"That's enough, Woody."
"Lemme see that thing, Jason."
"Keep driving, Woody."
"No, man, you're always saying something about mine, so now pull that thing out and let me take a look."
"You'll wreck the van, Woody."
He pulled over to the curb. "Lemme see the damn thing, Jason, or else I'll dump you back at school where they probably still are."
"Better do what he says," Kevin added. "I had a hard enough time getting him to help us in the first place."
I didn't know but what Butch and Norton might come barreling down the street at any moment. So I unzipped and reached in and pulled mine out.
"Satisfied?"
Woody reached over and touched it. "Wow. That's some head on that thing. Feel that, Kevin."
"I already have," Kevin responded.
"Will you get out of here? Woody, those guys might come along any second."
Reluctantly, Woody pulled away from the curb. I gave him directions to my house. I figured I could go back for my car in the morning, since it would be Saturday and there'd be no scrimmage or practice.
All the way home, Woody kept pondering stuff. "With all the cum you had on you, I figure you shot a big load, and yet your dick is as hard now as it was then.
And what gets me is that you always had so much to say about me and my bone."
"Tonight was unusual, Woody. Your constant hard-on was a full time occupation, but with me it's just the result of stuff tonight. I don't go through life horned to the hilt. This stuff tonight was really unexpected."
"Is that why it had the red dots on it? Have you got some kind of disease?"
"No, Woody. It's a long story. Let's save it for another time." Then I turned to Kevin. "You want to stay over with me tonight?"
"I guess I better. It'd be too easy for Butch to come by home and get me, and my folks wouldn't even think there was anything wrong."
"Can I stay too?"
"Woody, use your head. What would my folks think if they saw a TV truck parked in the driveway and my car wasn't around? As it is I'll have to dash out early to bring my car back home."
"Look man, in case you have forgotten, I pure out saved your ass tonight. You don't know what they might have done to you by now if Kevin hadn't asked me to come help."
"I know, and I appreciate it. And it would be great if you wanted to come over some night...it's just that tonight isn't really available."
Kevin nudged me gently in a meaningful way, and added, "Yeah, Woody, maybe all three of us could get together and do stuff and spend the night real soon."
So Kevin was interested in Woody's dick as much as I was. If he and I got Woody pinned down, - but my thoughts were interrupted as Woody stopped in front of my house. Kevin and I thanked him and went around to the back, where we climbed the stairs together for the second time this evening, and finally we were together in my room.
When we had undressed, I held him in my arms. We embraced and I could feel his dick getting harder against me. Kevin's dick had a lot of character. Some dicks, if you've seen one, you've seen them all. But Kevin's was really neat. Long and slender, with a head that almost had a smile on it, the whole length was strong and muscled. If he squeezed his butt, it made his dick bob up and down.
I wanted to get into him, but I was so exhausted I couldn't do anything tonight. I dropped down to my knees and took his dick in my mouth. The taste was warm and wonderful. And as he came to orgasm, he moaned in a way that made me want him that much more. Here was someone I could spend my life with.
Later, as we lay in each other's arms waiting for sleep to come, my mind wandered back to the things that had happened in the past 24 hours. I was so tired my mind would hardly work. But I knew I had to get the itch remedy from Larry, and I had to make sure Butch didn't have any videos of me from tonight. And I wanted for sure to get even with Butch and Norton.
Turning to Kevin, I asked, "Have you got any ideas on the best way to get Butch?"
There was no answer; Kevin was already asleep. I lay there and listened to the even, relaxed sound of his breathing. I hoped he had found as much happiness as I had.
(end of Part 5) ________________________________________ Thanks to all who have written. I really appreciate it.